Add the Spice

RT PLUG THE 808'S
Aye I add the spice
I'm cool no ice
I hit like Mike
Like Mike Tyson
Aye I add the spice
I'm cool no ice
I hit like Mike
Like Mike Tyson
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike (I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike (I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike (I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
I hit like Mike
Tyson
Remove the computers Remove the shooters
We a be in this bitch fighting
I move and maneuver (right)
Im still gone drive
And I ain't got no license (Skrt Skrt skrttt)
Mess with my family
Witness protection the best place You'll be hiding (You know that)
And then at your funeral
They playing the Keyboards
Organs, and strings and violins (you know that)
Don't you ask why we wilding
Don't you ask me who riding (Who riding)
I got all the GRIEGH GANG with me (Griegh gang)
Nigga you know that we sliding (we sliding)
Hop out poof get em gone
Just like a magic trick (Trick)
Hop out poof get em gone
I'm bouta tote this magic stick (blick em)
Aye I add the spice
I'm cool no ice
I hit like Mike
Like Mike Tyson
Aye I add the spice
I'm cool no ice
I hit like Mike
Like Mike Tyson
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike (I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike (I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike (I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
I hit like Mike
Tyson
In the middle from wrong and right
But I do know my left from right (That's right)
Might be in my zone tonight (My zone)
Might be turnt up if that's alright (If that's alright)
If you mad at me then so what (What)
Im doing better tonight (I'm doing Better)
Im doing better tonight
Fuck-fuck around just do whatever tonight (yhupp)
Add the spice I'm cool no ice (Ya yhupp)
I hit like Mike Tyson
Fucking with me I knock 'em out
They ain't even gonna see us fighting (Damm)
The ambulance come get this man
This Nigga life might need reviving
I'm content like how I'm mobbing
I ain't even tripping You know I'm a goon and a goblin (Gang)
You got little smoke
Just like a teapot (Teapot)
We don't want what you got (Right)
We got big smoke (Ya yhupp)
Just like a chimney up on a rooftop (Ya ya yhupp)
I'm acting a ass (Ass)
Not showing my ass Nah I wasn't made out of glass (Glass)
You can't look through my life
And nah you can't see my past (Ya yhupp)
Looking at me you think it's up
Nigga nah that shit looking stupid (Stupid)
Hopping out of the whip
I'm showing them love and I ain't Cupid (I ain't Cupid)
Fucking around with all these hoes
Shit we might as well do it
I add the spice I'm cool no ice
You know what that feel like right
Aye I add the spice
(I add it)
I'm cool no ice
I hit like Mike
Like Mike Tyson
Aye I add the spice
I'm cool no ice
I hit like Mike
Like Mike Tyson
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike
(I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike
(I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
Im cool no ice I hit like Mike
(I hit like Mike)
I add the spice
I hit like Mike
Tyson



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Writer(s): Christain Riley
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